Every day is a fight just to live – Hemingway knew
ROUND ONE – in the morning – surprise
How will I feel? Can I eat?
Out of the house before noon?
Will the electronics entrap and hypnotize?
ROUND TWO – more my style
Internal pressures are relieved
I go home – to school
Lead my charges to the track
Workouts, watches, details – they’re on their own
Hound the hurdlers, jounce to jumpers, turn to throwers
Too busy to think about losses, about mind losing control of body
Fighting to energize energy level popping
Got to keep my team happy and spirits high
ROUND THREE – starts the bringdown
Home now – empty house
Fetch dinner – wolf anything down
Fight to keep powerful machines off
Fight the loneliness
Lose the battle of creating, except on rare occasions
My love comes home from her day of utterly impossible nonstop stimuli
Lose the battle of communication
Alone, yet with her home
LAST ROUND– always the toughest
Sleep? Awake! Sleep? Awake!
Always pictures and thoughts omnipresent
A double edged sword of pain and pleasure
Missing some, while driving out the others
The loss seems so super charged
The heart wound still bleeds – more consternations and assaults on body
So, I have wars on all fronts – body, mind, soul
BUT, I STILL KEEP FIGHTING – NO CHOICE